Posh and Becks lookalikes
Could be
their twin
But they go
by the name
Of Thick
and Thin
Posh and Becks lookalikes
Could be
their twin
But they go
by the name
Of Thick
and Thin
My decision to become a doctor
Even though
it helped me burgeon
Raised more
than a few eyebrows
But then I
am a plastic surgeon
Cackle, cackle, Mother Goose,
Have you any feathers loose?
Of course I have you silly fellow,
They’ve
been plucking me for a pillow
Are you wearing black attire?
I must tell
you it rather lights my fire
I’m sorry,
you are the grieving wife?
I must
apologize for my desire
Oh, you are
a very merry widow?
Then let’s
release you from that attire
Put downs work the best
For deflecting unwanted attention
But try to be amusing
As this relieves the tension
If he starts spinning you a line
And he
starts annoying you
Just say
"Don't you have
Sun God Phoebus
Greek God
of light
God of
prophesy
Poetry, music,
and healing
Son of Zeus
and Leto
Twin
brother of Artemis
She was an old lonely widow
Who you’d
only bed for a bet
So, she
kept filling his glass
Periodically
asking “Am I sexy yet?”